Adoptive Grace: Adoption As The Heart Of The Gospel
Many of the regular readers of the blog know that I’m adopted; it’s a fact I’ve never hidden. As I’ve grown as a Christian, I’ve discovered that the area I need the most growth in, and the doctrine I have the hardest time grasping, is adoption.
I’m incredibly fortunate - the family that adopted me at the tender age of 3 weeks is incredible. They’ve been an amazing gift of God in my life and I’m more thankful for them than I can possibly express. Nevertheless, the idea of adoption is one that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
The reason for the horribly bitter aftertaste left by adoption isn’t easy to explain; as a matter of fact, even posting anything on the subject puts me at risk of becoming a caricature - the stereotypical angry adoptee, of which there are plenty, especially in the blogosphere. To be frank, there’s a part of me that completely identifies with them. I understand their anger, while I believe it in some cases to be misplaced. God knows I’ve gone through several years of my life in an absolute rage over the system of closed adoption, and the secrecy and lies that surround much of the closed adoption system in the United States (particularly my home state of South Carolina).
When I was walking into my job Wednesday, I saw 